Page 23 of Done with You

“You pushed me back in,” she protested. “I was coming out. Then you went all weird, feral, alpha asshole.”

He snorted. Yep, he had, and he couldn’t figure out why he’d done it.

Growling, she awkwardly shuffled past him, but because the space was so small, they wound up crotch to crotch, and her tits grazed his chest. He stifled a groan, kept his asshole smile on his face, and waited for her to exit. “You are such a prick,” she grumbled.

She finally got the door open and stepped out of the tiny space.

“It’s not what it looks like,” he heard her murmur to someone as she left.

Resisting the urge to laugh out loud, Aiden locked the bathroom door and finally relieved himself.

He studied his face in the bathroom mirror for a hot second as he washed his hands. Yes, he was an asshole. He knew that. But what he didn’t know, what he couldn’t explain or understand, was why he’d done what he’d just done with Oona in the bathroom.

He didn’t like the woman.

She was a cold bitch. A split-personality shrink who was probably just itching to use all the ammo she had against him—after reading his file—to humiliate and belittle him. She couldn’t put their brief encounter aside and help him. But rather, she had to hold his career hostage to further her own.

And yet, deep down inside of her somewhere was Luna. Warm, soft, sweet, and sensuous Luna.

He exited the bathroom and made his way back down the aisle. The bald gorilla was snoring again, while Oona sat in the middle seat reading on an e-reader. She didn’t look up at him.

Sighing, he tapped the bald walrus on the shoulder again. “Sorry man.”

The walrus lifted one eyelid and glared at Aiden before grumbling and unfolding himself from his seat. He was probably double pissed off because both Oona and Aiden had asked him to move on what were now four separate occasions.

Oh well, buddy. Them’s the breaks when you fly coach and insist on the aisle seat.

“Thanks,” Aiden grumbled, having to shuffle past Oona who hadn’t moved, but rather just pulled her feet up onto her seat.

She glared up at him, and her mouth curled into a sneer.

The gorilla sat back down and resumed his snoring.

Aiden’s elbow landed on the armrest just as Oona’s did. She gave his elbow a hard shove and tossed him some serious I will murder you in your sleep, side-eye.

He let her have the armrest, put his earbuds back in, and tried to ignore her as best he could.

But he kept his awareness of that armrest and its occupancy at the forefront of his mind, and as soon as she dropped her elbow away from it, he pounced.

For the next hour, they fought over those few inches of communal space, to the point where, at one point, she elbowed him in the ribs, she jerked her arm so hard.

He was getting a kick out of pissing her off more than he was getting annoyed. A pissed off Oona was better than a cold, robotic one. The pissed-off version reminded him more of the fiery Luna, and he liked her.

The drink cart rattled down the aisle, and he licked his lips. To fuck with copying her, he needed to get the taste of tomato juice out of his mouth.

It was a different flight attendant than before, and this time she asked Aiden what he wanted first. “Ginger ale, no ice, no cup, please,” he replied, the burn of Oona’s gaze warming his cheek.

The flight attendant handed him the can, then focused on Oona. “Ginger ale, as well, please,” Oona said sweetly.

The flight attendant nodded, then ducked down, disappearing behind the cart, only to reappear a moment later with a frown. “I’m afraid we’re out.”

Aiden snickered, but not quiet enough to avoid a kick from Oona.

“Apple juice then, please,” Oona said, accepting the can of Minute Maid from the attendant a moment later.

The bald yeti in the aisle seat woke up enough to ask for a Coke, then promptly conked back out, not even bothering to take a sip.

Aiden cracked open his ginger ale and took a sip. “Ah,” he said loudly, licking his lips.

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